This is the only book of the trilogy that I had not read more than once (until now). I actually think I enjoyed it more the second time through, as I was so stressed out on the first go-round. I absorbed some of the information better this time than I did years ago, when I first read this. That could be due to time, the influence of the movies, or simply because I didn’t take so much worry in with me, since I already knew what would happen.
Regardless, I enjoyed this story. It’s the darkest one, which I know upsets some people, but I like darkness, especially when there’s still depth, emotional resonance, and a touch of hopefulness.
Book 12 read in 2018